Chu Er took out a small knife from the drawer, cut his palm, and twisted the blade tip several times in the wound.
Li Banfeng was quite surprised: "Isn't it just for taking blood? Is it necessary to be so ruthless?"
Chu Er chuckled: "This is called pain that connects hearts. Without suffering, how can I communicate with my dad?"
She took out a pen, dipped it in her own blood, and wrote a letter on paper. The content was simple: Chu Er wanted to meet Chu Shaoqiang at ten tomorrow night, at the stone house by the lake.
Chu Er folded the letter, rested it in her palm for a moment, then returned it to the drawer and said to Li Banfeng: "The message is sent."
Li Banfeng was startled: "It's sent, but can your dad receive it?"
Chu Er was confident: "Anyone who truly cares about me can receive it. My dad always can."
"How come I've never seen you write me a letter?"
Chu Er, upon hearing this, opened the drawer on her right.
